Poet's Pit

I asked the clouds where they were going What was the goal they were chasing? Why were they weeping over people so ungrateful? And why were they pouring over cities so dreadful? "Who made you do it?" I shouted It echoed and came back as I doubted They kept on moving without even looking Some stayed back by my constant mocking They whispered to me while dripping slowly "We keep on walking as it's Holy!" "It's how God has made us to function Who are you, little human, to question?" "Some lives are made for others and they are meant to be lived Not everyone can be king and it is to be believed" "Not everyone can have a purpose and that's for sure This truth is bitter and has no cure!" Why was I surprised to hear the simple fact? Isn't this life we live our's to act? Why do we seek answers when we can't bear? Why do truths always seem unfair? The passing clouds taught me a lesson You may or may not be the one chosen

These roads I walk on are never ending My feet are bruised and tired of the path of life These ankles are aching and poor knees bending The path seems long and feels walking on a knife The burden on my shoulders is making it hard And the milestones keep saying you are too far I ask myself angrily, "why am I doing this reckless errand?" May be someone told me what you'll get at end is a star! Chasing the star with fragile soul and frame The star, no one has ever touched, sensed or even seen Strangers name it 'success' 'victory' and 'fame' Without knowing the rocky path in between Who made me take this exhausting path? Was it someone or was it my own voice? Did I make myself take my own wrath? If yes, then, I must walk and walk as I've no choice! It is my very own journey and so I must bear As I walk I must remind it to my own anguished self I need to push my pain and kill the daunting fear And I must choose to fight to keep on this journey of fi

Happiness will come and it will go But you know who stays with you In the morning and the night At the first and the last sight Those are beautiful, shining drops Then you know they are pain's crops Even the sorrows will be gone someday But those tears will remind you everyday There are dawns and the sunsets But that little tear never forgets That wound of today and scar of past The healing is slow though time is fast Those colourless, little, underrated tears Rushing out with terrors and fears They will never leave your side Even when you try hard to hide Who says tears tickle down the eyes? Who says brain initiates all cries? It's the stupid heart which must pump blood Why does it give emotional flood? The stupid heart will beat and it will stop And again there will be one last drop I may die and end all my fears But still I will have company of tears!